CHAPTER ONE

Seven pm, local time, 

road northern of Tucson, Arizona 

 

UNTOUCHED

Rumbling of the roaring thunderstorms was endless, as Child Protective Service Mvuela Mwamba, twenty-six, a most luminous experienced agent, the cutest African young boy. I have black curly hair and brown eyes. I wear a long-sleeved white sweater, army gray jacket, mostly blue jeans, and Adidas shoes.  

Despite that, I am a Protective Service agent assigned to be the chief of the America security detail in metal hospitality and all the ill or non-ill people, supporting a personal, friendly relationship with everyone there.  

I was driving home from work that rainy late evening. When I saw the huge truck come from nowhere and collided with my new bright silver color car that was completely flattened. Till I woke up in a half-light hospital bed.  

“Jesus. Man, that was nightmare dreams. And where could I be? “I wondered.  

“Morning, Mvuela. Christ. It is about time you woke up. Neither do I have no idea you would wake up suddenly.” Interrupted the voice.  

“Um, wait. Dr. Heinzel? And what brings you here?” I blinked.  

Dr. Heinzel, in her mid-thirties, gorgeous short hair American woman. Wear a medical blues sky shirt and pants, lower heel shoes. 

“Well, I work here. Remember. And excellent. At least you know my name. Besides, do you remember anything?” Dr. Heinzel asked.  

"Huh, well, I remember a big, huge truck came from nowhere and collided with my car. Wait, why am I even here?" I wondered.  

"Would you mind telling me, Mvuela? Um-er, having a headache, or some sort of pain, and do you remember having a family? Or having them I believe?" Heinzel asked.  

 "Correct. I remember all of them. Neither do I have a headache. I am simply fine and healthy-!" I groaned. 

 Moments later, another nurse walked in, and immediately I had a vision of her house with a little girl in the flames, the moment she touched my arm. 

Dr. Heinzel, in her mid-thirties, gorgeous noir hair American woman. She has warm kind-hearted brown eyes and sounded kindly. Wear a medical purple shirt and pants, and normal shoes.

 "Mvuela are you all right. And what is happening now?" Heinzel asked.  

 "Please, nurse. Your house is on fire. And a little girl is trapped there. Hurry, please!" I grunted. 

Nurse, Sarah Crosswell, in her mid-twenties, gorgeous noir hair Mexican American woman. She has warm blue eyes and sounded kindly. Wear a medical purple shirt and pants, and normal shoes. 

"No! Imani!" Nurse cried. 

  At that moment, she walked out of the room out of our sight and drove home. 

 "Jesus Christ! And what was all that about? How come you know that?" Dr. Heinzel asked.  

 "Huh, well, doctor. I just see it in my mind. Her house with her little daughter is the smoking with flames house. Still, I do remember, having my mansion, working as a Child Protection Service agent, and I was on my way home. 

 "Um, well, when I collided with this peculiar huge truck that stormy evening, correct?" I exclaimed. 

 "Right, right. Besides, I am still wondering. Why are you the only survivor of the collision? Believe, Mvuela, because the truck driver died, and multiple massacred houses, buildings, and nearby electricity poles exploded in flames. And all of them…I mean all of them burned to ashes, but you came out of the flattened car untouched. Without any bruises or cuts!" Heinzel explained.  

"Heinzel? And you believe or doubt that I am responsible for their deaths? Look. I just need to go home, please!" I pleaded.  

"Right. Man, you may go. And I am truly glad that you are all right, "Heinzel smiled. 

 Immediately, Heinzel permitted me to go. I came out of the hospital bed, through the exit, and all my family and friends came to hug me tightly. I was taken to my parents' house, just in case anything happened, and they would rush me back to the hospital. Despite that, I was not feeling any pain or anything.  

  

CHAPTER TWO

 

RID OF THAT BABY 

Silently marched into the restroom of their house. Whereas she was the most luminous, breathtaking, extraordinary, and marvelous young woman who was throwing up in a bathroom sink. Feeling nothing but exhausted, she was taken to the hospital by her lovely mother for a doctor's appointment to be checked.  

Meaning what is wrong with her health and the cause of her throwing up. 

"Morning. Forgive me, Ms. Calvary, but your daughter is pregnant, "said the doctor. 

"Peninah? Seriously? Are you pregnant? And who is responsible for it? Would you mind telling me?" Ms. Calvary asked. 

"Mama. Pardon me for not telling you this. Um, well, this pregnancy is for my late dearest lovely husband-." Peninah paused. 

"Wait-what? And do you mean, Jason? Could that man be responsible for your pregnancy? And you know what, I used to despise that man. Would be marvelous if you got rid of that baby. I do not need to have a mixed child for a grandchild, do I--?" Ms. Calvary stopped. 

"Never! I will not get rid of my child if you have hatred for my African American husband, that is your problem. I will not destroy what my husband left for me. Remember mother. I am the one who is taking it, carrying this child in my womb, and not you!" Peninah roared. 

"Peninah. Is that me the one you are talking that way to? I am trying to reason with you. And that is what I got for my daughter? Still, you know what, you are on your own. Neither do I need to see you with that child in my house. Despite that, you are no longer my daughter!" Ms. Calvary roared. 

Pushing her daughter hard, Peninah's doctor catches her before she can fall, and both watch Ms. Calvary walking away out of sight. 

"Mother. Please, you cannot do this to me--please!" Peninah screamed. 

Her mother scoffed and neither did she look behind her, though Dr. Samson called up to her to reconsider she did not hear him out. 

Ms. Sarah Calvary, in her mid-forties, is a gorgeous American woman, who wears a green dress, coat, and lower heel shoes and has caramel hair and golden-brown eyes. 

Dr. Rafael Samson was in his mid-fifties, an American skillful doctor, wearing a blue long-sleeve shirt and pants, and a white jacket on top. He had a noir haircut and beard, whereas he loved to wear noir snickered shoes. 

Peninah Calvary, mid-twenties, breathtaking, extraordinary, and a marvelous, gorgeous-looking American woman. She has noir silky hair, brown warm eyes, wears a white long-sleeve dress, and lower shoes. 

"Pardon me, Peninah. If you have nowhere to go, there is a shelter where you can get help with everything. I mean clothes, food, and most medical treatments. Though I have no idea if you are going to accept this, I will personally come to check on it every two weeks a year, am I understood, "Samson smiled. 

"Right, right. And thank you very much," Peninah thanked. "And as you said, I will think about it. 

"Besides, I have many places where I am welcomed, not just my mother. In that way, thank you again for your help, "she continued. 

"Correct, correct. It was my suggestion; in case you do have any place to go. And are you sure that you are going to be fine?" Samson added. 

I am sure that I will be fine. No worries about me, "Peninah said. All right. If you say so, then I am not going to worry about you. And be careful--neither have stress. It is not good for your pregnancy!" He scolded.  

I hear you, doctor. I will not allow stress in my heart, "Peninah giggled. 

Dr. Samson nods gladly. Besides, before she went, her doctor showed her around the shelter place, unless she bid him farewell. Tell him that she will think about it, unless she walks away, and out of her doctor’s sight. Despite that, though Peninnah his patient acted tough, Dr. Rafael was still worried about her. 

   

   

 

  

CHAPTER THREE

 

HER NAME WAS EZRA

Moments later, Penninah discovered herself within the mega-gigantic mansion of her father-in-law. Every one of her late husband's family was glad to see her because it has been years, especially her old best friend that was her husband named Jason. Despite that, Peninah was with her doctor in the hospital. Both of them were wandering within the shelter hallway of the hospital.

"And it is still correct. In the same hospital, though it might be for mental people, "Doctor Samson continued.

Peninah just said thank you, but she went to tell her best friend Neema and lived with her.

"Excuse me? And you mean that you have my brother's child in your womb? Of course. Neither did I know it would come to this. And congratulations, old friend!" Neema squealed.

Evening came by quickly, and Neema went to grab Peninah's legages. Neema had returned to their mansion, parents, and she was gorgeously twenty-five,  puffy noir hair, mixed African American young woman. Wears a thick green coat, jeans, and winter boots. Her eyes were dark golden brown.

Last night that late night, Neema, Peninah, and her parents-in-law whose names were Amani with his wife Imani.

All four of them were gathering around the round table, passing through their grandchild's ultrasound photos till they saw something shocking. Despite that, Imani was the first person to see it.

"My Jesus! And would you mind telling us what in the world is this particular person on all the photos?" Imani asked.

"Excuse me? Person? Let us see." Neema blinked.

Imani gave them both the photos,  and what they saw was very shocking.

"My late oldest great-grandmother. And why is she doing in my child's ultrasound photos? I mean all of them?" Peninah answered.

"No idea. Still, it isn't a good sign that you're the oldest great-grandmother is your child's protector?" Neema asked.

"Exactly, Neema. Man, she was a most kind-hearted faithful woman but too bad that cancer took her away," Peninah responded.

"To tell you the truth, her name was Ezra, mind-fifties. Well, when she was taken away." She continued.

All of her husband's family pities her, till blood began coming out of her eyes and nose. Moments she saw a red liquid falling on her phone screen.

"Jesus! Bloody!" Peninah screamed.

"Christ, child! Come on,  blood is coming out your nose and eyes?" Amani panicked.

"Excellent, now I am bleeding through my eyes and nose. Um, well, the moment I stare down at ultrasound photos of my child." Peninah joked.

Everyone who was around the round table, burst out laughing hard at her hilarious joke.

 

 

 

 

 

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 26.04.2022

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